The intruders had been dealt with and yet Wrathe felt like something was amiss. Something didn't seem right normally their would be a lot more activity in the tomb at this point yet he had not seen anything besides the intruders. The reawakening process for the tomb had yet to begin, why was he awake so early? The Tomb King was to be one of the last beings to awaken once the awakening of the tombs inhabitants begin the reawakening process. In order of hierarchy none were higher than himself in the tomb.

Wrathe strode deeper into the tomb where he saw his obsidian throne. The only reason he had kept the cowardly mortal alive was that he could provide much useful information to him. It had been too long since he had last waked this world and many things were likely changed.

Many things had to be decided. This wasn't part of the plan. It was all wrong.

Wrathe sat down on the throne and raised his hand a green flame erupted from his gauntlet and a staff began to materialize with a curved sword on its end it was also called a naginata from some peoples of this world. Wrathe set the naginata besides him as he sat on his throne before him was the mortal he had encountered in the council chambers of the Necropolis.

"Speak your name mortal. Do not be slow in speech!"

"Oleg! Milord! My name is Oleg." the man known as Oleg's voice cracked as Wrathe questioned him.

'What a terrible name' Wrathe thought to himself.

"What is the year is it Oleg?"

"Milord the year is the 220th year of the Zearia empire."

Zearia empire? A empire that he had never heard of? When he had gone into slumbering he never thought his people's mortal enemy the Holy Vaul empire would collapse.

"The Zearia empire? What has become of the Holy Vaul empire?"

Oleg was confused he had never paid attention to the continents history much as a child, but if he remembered it had been nearly ten thousand years since the Vaul empire and splintered apart.

"Milord the Vaul empire splintered nearly ten thousand years ago."

Wrathe didn't reveal the panic he was feeling on the inside since he had no face to show such emotions he looked stoic and thoughtful... or at least that is what he thought. That wasn't important what was shocking was based on the plan it was supposed to be twenty thousand years after the order to into slumbering was ordered and that the reawakening process was to began.

The Vaul empire was mortal foes to Wrathe's long forgotten empire. Though Wrathe was considered a king in the most basic sense he was not the supreme ruler of all his people. His Necropolis was one of the smallest and weakest of his people's mighty empire. The Grim king was the ruler of all the Orr empire.

Wrathe was merely a lowly tomb king or low rank. Worst yet he was widely considered one of the weakest. How would he proceed? Worst yet he knew little of the current age he found himself in.

"Oleg tell me what is the current nations the rule this continent?"

"Sire, I wish I could answer your question truthfully, but to name the thousands of empires that control this vast continent would be impossible and that doesn't include vassal kingdoms within the various empires."

So the Vaul splintered and left behind chaos. Humanity was no longer united under one banner this was a small bit of good news and better yet the other races had always kept to themselves and didn't concern themselves with the affairs of humans... most the time. This news was definitely a good thing. A united humanity would be neigh impossible for him to handle.

"Very well then tell me of the situation surrounding my Necropolis. Be as brief as possible."

"As you wish." Oleg nodded quickly like a rat and bowed deeply before beginning.

"Right now your tomb lies in a tenth ranked empire known as Zearia in that empire you are directly under the newly established 8th ranked vassal kingdom of Choord."

Ranks? What does that have to do with anything.

"Is that so, tell me Oleg what are these ranks you speak of."

"Milord it is how the various nations and empires determine how powerful they are."

"So elaborate!" Wrathe said impatiently.

Oleg shifted nervously.

"Sire a level 10 empire is the weakest of the empires and even a 9th ranked empire could easily destroy them the differences in power between ranks is immense. Within the empires are affiliated kingdoms or vassals. Who are ranked from 10 being the weakest to 1 being the strongest. For a kingdom going up in ranks means more military support and more influence in the empire's royal court." Oleg paused. "As of now you find yourself under a recently established affiliate kingdom of Choord. Who has a military force of 5,000."

Wrathe frowned. His Kingdom was far from the other major Necropoli that are scattered throughout the continent. His first goal should be to revive his own and work towards awaking the rest of them conquering this world for the sake of the Grim King.

The world has obviously forgotten the Orran empire who had been feared so much until its foe the Vaul empire drove them to a long slumber beneath the earth.

Wrath gripped his naginata though he may have to conquer this entire continent to awaken his brethren he would do it. First he would start with his servants here.

"Oleg you are a lucky mortal. You are about to witness an event that will shake the foundations of this world. You shall be my ambassador to the mortals above. Something that you should find great pride in."

Oleg knew at that moment he wouldn’t be escaping this fate and his shoulders slumped. In his heart he hoped even slightly that he could go back home.

Wrathe looked at the depressed Oleg and smiled with his non existing facial muscles.

Standing up he lifted his naginata into the air a green glow shrouded the weapon and he slammed it into the ground.

The entire tomb shook as it roared to life. The previously dark corridors and rooms lit up in a viridescent glow.

Yes. The world had forgotten the terror facing the armies of Orr. He would remind them.